Page 11 of Puck My Heart

My breath hitched. Nothing about what Hux said indicated he wouldn’t do exactly as he promised, and Hux’s promises were legendary. He’d just… never made one to me before.

“Hux,” I whispered. “I— No one has touched me since he…” I swallowed hard as Hux ran his fingers along the scars that ringed my neck.

Usually my hair hid everything, or I used makeup to cover them, like last night. But Hux saw everything right now, my scars bare and exposed as the rest of me. His touch trailed lower, tracing along the neckline of my jersey. His jersey, as it had his number on it. His name.

“You deserve to be touched, Anya. Fuck last night—” He swore softly, though his eyes never flickered, never left mine. “Damn, girl. I was so close to crawling back intomyfucking bed and having you. So close.” He squeezed my shoulder in a hard grip, his breath coming a little faster.

My apology tripped off my tongue in my haste to avoid a fight. Any conflict that might ruin this. How my brain had been trained, even though I wanted so bad to flirt with him like I had before. But the me of last night wasn’t the me of today.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have?—”

“Yes, you damn well should have,” he said abruptly. “You’re fucking beautiful, and the moment I saw you, I wanted you. The only thing holding me back is that you’re Sol’s sister, and I want to do right by you. Both of you.”

My heart thumped painfully in my chest as I raised my hand to bring his fingers back to my throat. “And all of this.” I pressed our fingers over my scars, meant to encompass all the ruined parts of me he witnessed today.

“No.” Dark eyes blazed at me.

“What?” I frowned up at him.

“These,” —he squeezed my throat gently until I gasped, a shot of unexpected desire lancing vertically through me— “Simply prove how brave you are. Damnit, Annie. I should have been here for you,” Hux said in a low voice. The use of my nickname, the one he gave me years ago that only he used, left me shuddering. A soft gasp tore from my lips as he leaned in, hesitated, then rested his forehead against mine. “I should have been here,” he murmured. Then his mouth pressed over mine, and I forgot everything we had talked about.

Forgot everything except his hands on my skin as he kissed me, gentle at first, mouths grazing, tongue sweeping. Then he drew back a fraction of a breath while I struggled to open my eyes that had fallen shut, and his mouth crashed down over mine again. More urgent this time, his large hand cupped the back of my head, tongue thrusting deep into my mouth as I let out a soft whimper. Hands gathered me into him, pulling me closer and shifted us away from the woodpile to the centre of the room.

I frowned, realizing the fire wasn’t going to last without attention. Not that it should have taken up brain space at that moment. “Hux, maybe we should?—”

His mouth crushed mine again, stealing my ability to speak. All my stress fled to random corners of my brain as he pressed me back, tugging the jersey up at the same time. Calloused hands skated over bare flesh. I moaned into his mouth when he cupped my breast, tweaking the nipple as it hardened. My breasts tingled as I arched into his touch, panting a little when his kisses turned feverish.

The jersey landed somewhere on the floor behind us. My hands knotted into his shirt as Hux eased us back, his hands braced against the floor until his weight settled over me. I moaned at the pressure of him, and he pulled back.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Never,” I whispered back. “I like this.”

“Good,” he muttered. “‘Cause unless you tell me, I’m not stopping, Annie.”

This time it was me who lifted my head, offering my open lips. Hux’s darkened eyes hooded as he claimed my mouth again, plunging his tongue deep, over and over. His hands toured lower, pushing at the waistband of my sweats.

I wriggled a little to help him, arching as he glided his fingertips across my stomach. A groan left him as he met the top of my smooth public bone. I’d waxed on the hope I’d see him, but there was never a definitive answer on dreams.

Right now…none of this seemed real.

Growling, he pushed my legs apart with his knees and rubbed his fingers along my pulsing, slicked flesh. I closed my eyes as my head dropped back, sinking into his touch. Everything seemed so muchmorewith him. His breaths deepened as he stroked me, rubbing his thumb over my clit before he plunged two fingers straight inside me. Sensation prickled meeverywhere. I clung to his shoulders as he worked his hand fast between my legs until I arched up and screamed into his shoulder. Heat and slick gushed around his hand, coating my thighs. Heat flushed my cheeks even as I rubbed myself against him, riding out the wave that never seemed to end.

He eased me back on the living room floor, the rug soft beneath my bare back. Hux gazed down at me like he wanted to devour me, his thumb brushing lightly beneath my breast, the other stroking my over sensitized clit as I shivered for him.

I lay back, pressing my legs together around his wrist, still aching inside. “Let me touch you.”

He laughed, a rough sound I instantly loved. “Girl, if I let you touch me, I’m not going to last long enough to make you come like that again. And believe me, I intend for you to struggle toget up at the end of this.” The way he said that—Hux made it a promise, not a brag session. My pussy pulsed on command around his fingers still embedded deep inside me, and his laugh darkened impossibly. “Did you like that?” he asked in that same soft voice as his body stilled.

Waited for my answer.

I nodded, not trusting myself to say the right things back to him. “Yes,” I managed, tilting my hips up when he worked his fingers inside me again.

“Good girl.” He leaned down and stole a long kiss. Long enough that when he pulled back, his jeans were open, and he shucked his shirt over his head the moment he broke the kiss. “Spread those pretty legs for me, Annie.”

I whimpered as I let him tug the borrowed sweats down. They ended up somewhere on the floor with the rest of our things. We’d be picking up clothes for the next two days, not that I cared. I wiggled my naked body beneath him, my legs spread wide as he requested.

“Good girl,” he breathed, trailing wet fingers between my breasts, along my stomach and down over my clit where he rubbed gently. “Do you edge yourself?”

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